"Father, Grandpa Wu." The golden-haired girl spotted the familiar figures in the room at once and called out softly.
She stood tall and carried herself with elegance, her dignified bearing seemingly ingrained in her bones. Even though her emotions stirred slightly at this moment, she showed no loss of composure. Yet, being in a foreign place and suddenly seeing elders from home, she felt an urge to confide the many thoughts she had kept bottled up inside.
"Sect Master, Grandpa." Wu Feng followed behind Ning Tian and stepped forward to pay her respects. None of her usual fiery, brash temperament remained. She timidly glanced at Wu Qing, then quickly lowered her head, restraining all her sharpness and becoming so obedient it was almost unbelievable.
"Mm, Tian, Feng, come sit." Ning Tian and Wu Feng respectfully bowed to Elder Lin, then stepped forward and quietly stood behind Ning Liuyuan and Wu Qing respectively.
After a moment, Ning Liuyuan seemed to recall the matter at hand and took the initiative to cup his hands. "Elder Lin, this junior has another request today."
"Sect Master Ning, please speak freely." Lin Huiqun had roughly guessed the reason and slowly nodded.
"I wonder if it would be possible to meet that young friend Xiao Yi. My daughter Ning Tian often mentioned this young man in her letters." As Ning Liuyuan spoke, he gently stroked his daughter's smooth golden hair, understanding and emotion in his eyes.
He had been surprised when he first saw her as well. His daughter, who had kept her hair in a neat short cut all these years, had quietly begun growing it out. As her father, he naturally understood the reason.
Their Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect was in a better position than it had been ten thousand years ago.
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